Birthed my own happiness
Making life worth living
My day, my night, my everything
His laugh
His little hands
His sparkling eyes
His unbiased curiosity
Consumed by expectations
Worried about my imperfections
My sun, my moon, my world
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC
Birthed my own happiness
Making life worth living
My day, my night, my everything
His laugh
His little hands
His sparkling eyes
His unbiased curiosity
Consumed by expectations
Worried about my imperfections
My sun, my moon, my world
I've been a mom for 8 months now and it makes me feel all types of emotions. Sometimes I'm lonely, frustrated, and sad but through it all I've been the happiest I've ever been.
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